"It's tough, Zelda. If he's sensible, then we'll be friends."
Wrapping her hands around him, Zelda caressed his face while peering into his eyes. "I still love you despite your flaws, but I also hope you two won't fight."
"Mn." Nodding his head gently, he gazed at the suns that were about to set without an expression.
"Where are Sheila and Alessia? I haven't seen them since morning." Zelda asked, drawing circles on his chest.
"They should be in the fields. Should we go join them?" Cristian gazed at her, then his hands subconsciously held her waist.
He could feel his lust growing at a tremendous pace, so he wanted to do something to take his mind off it.
It was his fault for surrounding himself with women of great allure, each so unique that he couldn't get tired.
Packing her hair, Zelda revealed her slender neck, which Cristian felt the urge to leave his love marks on.
